I’m not one for surprises. Unless that surprise is pudding.

I worked the entire weekend, which is becoming fairly common for me. It wasn’t planned; originally, I had Sunday off, but took a shift for a friend who had to drive to the airport and completely forgot. I’ve had those days. So, in the middle of an unexpectedly busy weekend, after doing laundry and making lunches and trying to catch up on House of Cards (House of Cards, you guys) and getting sucked into a millionth viewing of That Thing You Do, I had completely forgotten that I had left a cup of chocolate pudding in the fridge at Job #2.

It’s going to be a good day.